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Wednesday, 20 April 2011

Journey To The White Stuff


Journey To The White Stuff


Up and up
I look
Up and up, 
Standing, Tall and Grey
Encroaching all around 
Intimidating all that is apart from you. 
The only passage 
A snake wriggling,
 Secure and Safe
Wriggling,
 Up and up 
Trees, lush and tall 
dissipating,
Growing thinner, smaller. 
The canvas slowly changing from grey, 
To virgin white, 
Up and up 
Along the meandering grey 
Tarmacadam, viper, 
Sharper twists, smaller turns, 
Glistening icing, 
Allowing our transition into 
A softer, quieter
 Magical fairy land,
Looking 
Down, Down
Upon 
The Kingdom of Commerce 
While we play like bunnies
Up, Up
 In our snowy mountain.





( I wrote this after going skiing after a gap of 20yrs )
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20 comments:

  1. Anonymous20 April 2011 at 17:36

    Isn't that a great feeling!!! You have captured the rapture of it beautifully. What peaks am I looking at? Thanks for stopping by my blog. Vb

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  2. Hyde Park Poetry Palace22 April 2011 at 14:39

    lovely.

    join poets rally week 42 today. missed your absence.

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  3. Anonymous22 April 2011 at 20:39

    wonderful adventure! :)

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  4. Rachel Hoyt22 April 2011 at 21:31

    Very cool poem! I've never heard the word Tarmacadam before. :)

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  5. Anonymous22 April 2011 at 23:25

    Awesome poem...

    "Looking
    Down Down
    Upon
    The Kingdom of Commerce
    While we play like bunnies
    Up Up
    In our snowy mountain"

    ...carries a magnificent view. Well done.

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  6. Krisse23 April 2011 at 00:27

    Lovely, snow is indeed very inspiring!

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  7. Vinay Leo R.23 April 2011 at 11:43

    Beautiful inspiration :) I tht of the clouds when I read your title, snow is just as beautiful :D

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  8. Bing Yap23 April 2011 at 13:53

    that was fun... what a delight to read! i love the image that your words painted in my mind.

    thanks for warming up my site with your lovely comment. :)

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  9. Anonymous23 April 2011 at 16:00

    Charming imagery painted with by your words ... my husband LOVES skiing also ... he doesn't get to do so as often as he would like!

    Thank you for sharing and visiting my site as well. :-)

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  10. planetcyberluz23 April 2011 at 16:14

    Beautiful poem. I could see myself looking down from the high white stuff on the Kingdom of Commerce. Tigerbrite

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  11. Maggie23 April 2011 at 16:33

    Love it ! I love mountains, so this was a nice treat. : )

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  12. Thoughts Not Lost23 April 2011 at 19:33

    Beauitfully written, I enjoyed reading!

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  13. Danielle Filas23 April 2011 at 19:41

    Best poetic use of "bunnies" I've ever heard!

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  14. Anonymous24 April 2011 at 12:07

    Whilst your poem is quaint and delightful, there is also a poignant metaphysical sound to it.

    Thanks for sharing :)

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  15. Rachel Hoyt25 April 2011 at 23:43

    Great poem! I've only been skiing a few times but this brings back memories. :)

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  16. Helena5 May 2011 at 15:58

    This was a pleasure to read. And congrats on your recent ski after such absence. I'd love to be able to just stand up in a pair!

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  17. Anonymous5 May 2011 at 23:53

    Haha Loved it, it was a nice fun poem. Your words painted the mountain landscape so perfectly I felt my head trying to tip back every time I read "up and up". Great poem.
    The Lonely Recluse.

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  18. Maxwell Mead Williams Robinson Barry24 October 2011 at 19:03

    great mountain piece.

    :)

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  19. Classic NYer26 October 2011 at 18:58

    There's something really cute about this. I love the repetition of "up" and "down".

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  20. Pat-Mather Brown Gordon-ceton 26 October 2011 at 19:58

    playful and creative.

    ;)

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